“I never did that.
I swear to God, I never touched your financial files.”
“I know you didn’t,” she said.
“This is absurd!” Portia’s voice went shrill.
“You’re inventing federal crimes to destroy me!”
Edmund opened the folder to show stamped documents.
“These are not inventions, Miss Wexford.
We have verified IP logs, phone records, and a formal digital request to Mrs.
Ashworth’s wealth-management firm.
The inquiry came from an address registered to the Boston consulting firm your mother, Yvonne, operates.”